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Dear Dan.
As you’ve probably guessed, there were no letters for every month. No apologetic hand written notes, scrawled in the middle of the night, no depressing pages about unrequited love or how you made me feel.
Just me.
Because these empty shells of letters describe me. Empty. Unloved. Alone.
Do you see now? Do you understand how I possibly could have been pushed so far that I would take my own life?
Probably not, to be honest.
But this letter just shows you how I feel.
Remember me, Dan,
I want you to think of me, Dan.
Forever.
For infinity.
